Q. Name?
A. John Hoogasian

Q. Where do you live?
A. Between San Francisco and LA.

Q. Who is your comedy hero?
A. Woody Allen. Pure creative mind.

Q. What made you decide to strive for a career in comedy?
A. Every element of my inexplicably quixotic, capricious, mercurial, contretemps riddled life, reality has pushed, forced, chivvied, my mind and tenuous body, even at times against my will, to exist in the high peaks and emotionally low valleys of stand-up, that's how.

Q. What career would your parents have chosen for you?
A. Anything except stand-up; a career with normal human hours and consistent income; outside the 4 figure range.

Q. Have you ever tanked onstage?
A. I don't tank, occasionally I'm really, really misunderstood, because, I'm telling superbly funny jokes. But, with the help of my doppelganger, I'm able to recall a tank moment. A long time ago, before the plebes of this insular podunk ass-backwards world knew anything about funny, existed, a comic's favorite type of gig, a painful, "one nighter," inside a sports bar, in the bleak town of Modesto. Sidelines, (Gethsemane more appropriately) a perfect name for a shithole that offers on their menu of unsavories, the Heckler's hamburger, add hate, extra $1.00; basically they encourage dickheads to rear their ugly uninspired thoughts; platitudes, clichés, etc. Right when I don't have the audience, not once during the set; peppered with millions of: get off, you suck, one guy throws me 20 bucks, fortunately, through all this, I got to do lots of bird watching. I haven't seen that many middle fingers take flight my direction since; never. So, at some point, a shitkicker who was sitting up front hops on stage with me, puts his flannel sleeved arm around me in a nice friendly spooky creepy way, tells me in redneck, "hay, it's time to go." Naturally, I didn't heed this Uber-goober's admonishment. I elbowed him in the soul by continuing the set with my God given equanimity and hilarious punchlines. After the night was lost I went home and re-re-re-rekindled my relationship with self-medication. Luckily, I got my paltry $100 for the night, which I magnanimously donated to my kind dealer. Who got the last laugh, Hoogie is my appellation, the sole name.

Q. Everyone's a geek in some way. What kind of a geek are you?
A. Collecting high end men's dress shoes.

Q. What song is trapped inside your brain right now?
A. People are Strange.

Q. What will you do with yourself after the fall of civilization?
A. Relax.

Q. What is your greatest memory from your time with Live at Gotham?
A. When I got the call to be on the show.